Reading The Tempest — William Shakespeare

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Pros.

'Tis time

I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand

And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,

Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,

The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd

The very vertue of compassion in thee:

I haue with such prouision in mine Art

So safely ordered, that there is no soule

No not so much perdition as an hayre

Betid to any creature in the vessell

Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit

[downe,

For thou must now know farther.

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